Peace of the soul you may never find, Rayne, or, in finding it, find yourself unable to hold it close for long, but know you will never be alone, even when it seems that way, for your blood will take many forms, now, and far into the future. Some will cause pain and sorrow, while others will give you reason not only to live, but to hope. I speak in riddles, I know, but you will know whereof I speak when the time is right. You will forget now, but many tomorrows past my words will return to you. Trust this, reach out to him, take his hand, for he will make you whole and he will return to you the essence of the other; he whose loss you will know to the end of days.
Mantra’s cryptic words to Rayne, he would become The Enchanter
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